It was the scariest dream that I have ever had. It hurt. So much. And there is nothing that I could do about it.
I had to fill out this test type of thing - I can't remember what it was for. But there was supposed to be a whole group of us that were doing it. At Brodie's house. Only it wasn't really his house. Anyway, I was sick. Really sick. I couldn't go to his house to do the test with everyone else. And I hated it. I did the test, and decided, fuck it: I'm well enough. I'm going over.
So I did. And when I got there, he was shocked. He didn't expect me to come. I didn't expect to go either. But he was so happy to see me. And I to see him. And we hugged. For ages.
And then his mum came in. And she went wild. How dare I be anywhere near her son with my illness. I franticly pleaded that I was here for no harm, and I was just dropping off my test! She wasn't having a bar of it. She screeched and ordered me out of her house, and left Brodie's room.
We hugged. He didn't want to let me go. I didn't want to let go. And then we heard his mother coming back up the stairs. We both freaked out, and he hid me under his bed. His mother found me. She pulled me out from my hiding spot and dragged me down the stairs and outside. Brodie was protesting. He was shoved in the car, and I yelled I LOVE YOU. He went to say something, but I couldn't hear over the noise -
And then we were in this massive park. Like, a hiking place. Lots of hills and tracks built in. I don't know why I followed, but I did. And his mother kept on trying to take him away. He managed to grab my hand and we got away from his parents. And we sat there. And we hugged and talked and sat there and basked in each other's presents.
And he got taken away from me.
And he got placed back in the car.
And he went to say something, mouth it as he was being dragged off so that his mother wouldn't notice. I think he said I love you. And he went to say something else. But his mother appeared. And I woke up.
I freaking had to wake up.
Gargh. I hate dreams. They tell you everything that you don't want to know.
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